NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 22:01:49 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Aug 7, 2024 20:00:34 GMT
 ━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
Nemo slid one hand up to cradle her face in it, the naked violence on his skin juxtaposed by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met━inside and out━and maybe marriage wasn’t the thing that’d keep them together, but it felt like a good idea. It popped into his mind quickly, sharply, and then it wouldn’t let go.
“I love you.” He whispered, then kissed her softly, hoping that would wake her up. “Ti amo, Giorgia.” Nemo mumbled between two more pecks. His mind shot outward again, memories of his childhood. An old picture of his mom and dad on their wedding day. Emiliano’s photo of his first wife tucked away, replaced by the image of him and Giorgia’s mom. The picture that Roxana kept safe━the one of her real parents, she’d said, like someone was possessing her mother’s body.
Despite the fact that it hadn’t worked out for many of those couples, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was the only thing more permanent than any other option. He remembered that, once upon a time, he’d wanted to marry Giorgia━as if that would put him in Emiliano’s good graces. Now that he was older, though, he knew that wouldn’t happen. And he didn’t care. He wanted this for them, because he loved her.
It’d been a few days since he’d returned, and it felt like they’d been locked together like this for every moment since. He felt the panic boil up in his stomach. The itch to get up and pop a piece of gum in his mouth━the one he had every morning━was somehow drowned out by this.
“Giorgia,” Nemo whimpered, wondering if she could smell the desperation on him. “Giorgia- we- I think-” His breath quickened, an anxiety attack coming out of nowhere. “We need to get married. I- I wanna marry you. I think we should- it’s all I wanna do.” His face twisted for a moment like he was in pain, “I don’t wanna have anythin’ keepin’ us apart again.” As if rings and a joint bank account would achieve that.
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Sept 22, 2024 16:55:30 GMT
”It’s just a bug, I’m sure I’ll be back in the office in a couple of days … No, no, it’s fine. Some friends are already dropping off some soup…”
Even in the depths of her divorce she’d gone to work every day. Her head held high, her emotions buried deep, that fuck you expression written all over her face whenever she crossed paths with Pat in the courthouse. Sealing herself up in the house he’d gifted to her – the one filled with the mocking ghosts of their broken marriage – would have been admitting that her heart was shattered. That cheating son of a bitch didn’t deserve to see the jagged shards of her heart any more than he had deserved her love in the first place.
Locking the apartment door behind the two of them when they had stumbled home that night (checking the locks on the windows and shadowed depths of the closet as memories of his last night here struck), Giorgia had let Nemo see every one of them. Drawing him close, as though she could guarantee him not vanishing again as long as they were touching each other, she’d whispered apologies and the admissions of love she might never have been able to say again.
As if she had needed to permanently etch his touch on her again, deeply enough this time that she couldn’t burn it out, she couldn’t forget it or him, she had pulled Nemo down onto her bed. Safe within those four walls she had rediscovered every inch of him, long limbs painted with the fading gold of the sunset. She had revealed the tattoo, well the bare patch of skin, the mark she had put back on her ribs before she’d even known that her moon was out there somewhere. As it had done the very first time they had been tattooed, the ink had been hidden beneath the skin, only this time he had whispered the spell to bring it boiling to the surface, searing heat giving way to relief.
At some point later she had finally slept, Nemo’s body a welcome weight and warmth against hers. For the first time in weeks Giorgia had slept peacefully until dawn, the piece of her that had vanished with him back here. Dawn was sliding around the edges of the drapes when she woke, caught in the subconscious rhythm – one ruled by stealth and secrecy – they’d lived by before he’d been taken. Nemo’s lips on hers, a tender farewell before he snuck out of her apartment. Fear lanced through her, as bright and sharp as a lightning bolt, leaving her clinging to him to stop him leaving this time.
Each night the fear had returned, her heart thundering in her throat until she’d assured herself that he was right there. Eventually she would have to build up enough faith that she could go back and work in the office instead of from the kitchen table, but she wasn’t there yet. Whispering a plea for him not to go, she would curl closer, a leg thrown over him, her hands settling at his hips, his ribs, a bicep, any part of him she could anchor herself to.
As though the clock in her head struck the time again, Giorgia turned in her sleep. Her arm slipped around his waist, her leg curling over his as she rolled onto her side. Comforted, she slid back beneath the surface again, just deep enough for Nemo’s words to draw a sleepy smile from her. He loved her, he had never stopped loving her despite all of her mistakes.
A gentle touch at her jaw, the brush of his lips against her own. Need rolled through her in a gentle wave, nudging her closer to the surface. Giorgia hummed sleepily, the hand on his hip sliding over his stomach as he brow furrowed. ”Anch’io ti amo, cuore mio.” Her profession of love mumbled as she turned to turn her head in the cradle of his palm to press a kiss to his shoulder.
”We don’t have to get up yet. It’s alright, amore mio.” But there had been that edge to Nemo’s voice as he had whispered her name. ”Hey,” Giorgia whispered breathlessly. Peeling her eyes open, she’d squinted at him in the dim light of her bedroom. Dawn was still a way off, but panic had found him anyway. ”Married?” she puffed, confusion filling the echoed word. Her hand slid up to settle over his heart, trying to steady its heavy beat by touch alone.
Anxiety bled from him to her. Giorgia propped herself up on her elbow, a soft sound slipping from her to try and calm him. ”I don’t need a ring to know you love me, or to keep you here. Nothing will tear us apart again.” The little voice in the back of her mind warned her about how easily it had happened the last time. And it wasn’t as though her last marriage had worked out – thank God. ”We can’t,” she argued tightly, her throat going tight. ”Why, amore mio? Why do we need to?” They could carry on like this, their relationship a million miles away from the cage of her last. Why risk it all when they were finally free?
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NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 22:01:49 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Nov 1, 2024 21:57:03 GMT
━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
It didn’t make anything any easier. He felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe while he was laying there in her bed, trying desperately to focus on the warmth of their connected skin━her arm around him, her leg on his, the burning, lasting feeling of her lips━no, no, he was fucking drowning in this. It was gonna tear them apart again. Something was. It’d never let them be happy, ‘cause he didn’t deserve it. No one ever did. Not her dad, not Emiliano, not his mom. He spent his whole life having the best things taken away from him, and this would go again, too. He wasn’t stupid. It wouldn’t last forever.
Her hand on his chest helped momentarily. Another few seconds of distraction before his anxiety took hold again, ripping him from her once more. Why wasn’t she saying yes? Why… fuck.
She didn’t want it. It wasn’t about not needing it━‘cause they did━it was about her not wanting him. It was why she’d forgotten him so easily. He was easy to forget. “But it will.” He argued, his voice straining, feeling a barbed wire sort of clog in his throat. Tears rushed into his eyes again, and he blinked faster to keep them at bay. “I-I know you don’t need it. But we gotta…” He lost his breath as he trailed off.
Can’t? They can’t? She didn’t want him. She didn’t want him.
Nemo rolled away, his back against the bed as his hands came up, the heels of his palms pressing into the spaces above his eyebrows. The sob caught painfully in his throat, like it’d gotten stuck trying to climb over the barbed wire. He stared up at the ceiling, breath frantic now as he continued to try to keep the tears from spilling out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He whispered, trying (but not really) to control his breath, holding it for a few seconds, though it only made him panic more. His body was on high alert, warning signs blinking, screaming at him.
“Because.” He cried, though it was rough and low, strangled by the sob that still couldn’t get out. “Because… it’ll fix this. It’ll k-keep us together. Why can’t we? Why don’t you wanna? What-wh-” Nemo puffed out the best breath he could manage. Why wasn’t he good enough? “What’d I do wrong?” He looked sideways at her, his hands coming away from his face, though he wasn’t anywhere near calm. Why’d she forget him so easily?
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Nov 10, 2024 18:29:38 GMT
Walking down the aisle towards Pat with Emiliano’s arm around hers, she had wanted to turn her head. As though if he’d found out that she was marrying someone else, he would come. Her heart had been at full (at least she thought it had been) with love for the man she was marrying, but even then Giorgia had found herself looking for another. The one who had really had her heart, who had always held it in those long, artist’s fingers, the ones that had always held it so delicately. What Pat had possessed had only ever been a tiny part of it, all that was left when the rest had shattered as the man taking the place of her father had torn her moon away from her.
That part had been given back to Nemo as she’d echoed those words of love again and again over the last handful of days. How she could’ve forgotten that any part of her heart had ever been his – how she could have forgotten him – was pushed aside. They were together again, the only way it would be third time lucky was in things working out for them this time. Torn from each other twice, the universe would finally smile on them. It was stupid and idealistic, especially after her own parents’ marriage had been torn apart so brutally, but thinking it would end any other way would only leave those cracks extending further and further between them.
Her own heart was racing, but she could feel Nemo’s faster still, panic bleeding between them everywhere they touched. It scared her to see him like this, the sweet boy she had known, the still beautiful man he had become (his heart erasing the horror of the scars that had been left carved deeper than the skin in him), melting away to leave a frightened soul in their place.
Tears burned behind her eyes at the sound of his voice straining. He had spoken to her like that before. The two of them stood in her bathroom, the spectre of her mistakes holding the two of them apart as he had broken her heart again. Giorgia blinked hard as she shook her head, watching as his tears turned his dark eyes to mirrors, long lashes fluttering as he fought them back the same why she had. ”Why?” she echoed again. ”Tell me, tesoro mio? Why do we have to?” As though the thought of standing at the aisle again, waiting for someone to rush in an object, tearing the life she so desperately wanted from her didn’t fill her with dread. Marrying him would make this official, creating another red flag to wave right in Emiliano’s face. He wouldn’t let this happen, he’d told them as much as he pulled them apart that first time.
No!
Giorgia made a small sound as he rolled away from her. It might only have been a few more inches, but it might as well have been a mile considering what it felt like. Curling into herself, Giorgia sat up. Her hand reached for him, hovering over his chest as though touching him would only push Nemo further apart. She swallowed hard, trying to chase away the tears that broke over her lashes. She had asked for an answer, now that she was going to get one, Giorgia wasn’t so sure she wanted to hear it.
Scuttling closer, she finally let her hand settle against his chest, covering the heart that she knew beat for her. ”I want to be with you,” she promised. ”More than anything. This … if there’s anything left broken between us, marriage won’t fix it. I tried it before, I gave my vows and had them torn apart.” He wouldn’t, the voice screamed in her head. As much as she had believed the same about Pat once upon a time, that he loved her, that he wanted a life with her, but it had never been the same way between her and him that it had been between her and the man now sobbing beside her.
Finally his hands fell away and she could see the raw pain on his face, the tears that glinted silver as they trailed down the red slashes of his scars. Giorgia swallowed, trying to find free the blockage in her chest that held all the words back. ”Nothing, my love,” she promised hoarsely, her hand coming up to brush over his cheeks with the backs of her fingers. ”You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me, all me. I don’t need a wedding to keep us together, I just need you. Always you. Can that be enough?” Her mouth moved wordlessly as the please remained half trapped in her throat. She couldn’t let any part of what she’d had with Pat, what she thought they might have, colour this when so much had already cast their love in shadows.
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